\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. Her cheeks were aflame. Even if he were an old friend, you couldn't afford to do it. Supper was over. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. It was for ever.
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